Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.